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Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Jour du Tarte au Citron

Why do I live in a city where tarte citron does not lurk on every street corner? :(

C'est pas juste/it's not fair..pas de toute

Enough with leche-vitrine-time to stop the browsing and plunge in!

OhCafe Pouchkine - how often I've dreamt of you. I have gazed at you so many times, you temptress.

Quelle surprise! You are a little bit like a trifle. Your creme citron dedans is surrounded by a thin layer of sponge. And on top a decorative meringue, a little toasted, pleasently gooey like a baked Alaska.

You are worth the dreams but I must leave room pour les autres tartes.

Le Figaro says Mulot has the best tarte fraise. I buy both and French Girl and I gobble them down almost forgeting to take a picture. Were they wonderful? BIEN SUR!Bear and I are very happy to be in Paris.

We're en retard - un petit de Jet Lag..ahem

but we are racing out as soon as we post and take a wretched shower with that horrid French shower thingie that gets water everywhere :(

A great looking post - I've never seen pastries that look so good :)I could eat at least 3 of those tartes in your opening shot! Good to see that you have made it safely to Paris & I hope that you have good weather, many adventures and no strikes!

What a lemon fresh post after such a long day of travel...I love the Doxie in the cafe wearing the chic collar & leash.

When I saw you last image I had to smile. On my first trip to Paris years ago I returned with a SEM (George Goursat) water color with horse carriages filled with Parisian society. In those days you could find them for a song! So I just loved your last image of SEM's dancing couples. Merci!

Bienvenue à Paris! I see you have your priorities straight-- Tarte au citron, miam-miam! Looks like the weather has turned to fall by now. La dame in the subway is all decked out in black and wears boots already! Veronique (French Girl in Seattle)

I heard from a customer last night who is leaving for Paris today and is heading post haste to Gerard Mulot for Cherry Clafoutis. Is she deranged not to order the Citron tart? Should I cable her??xxjulie

Very strange...I've been craving lemony things since yesterday...today, had a leftover lemon from zesting for Madelines last week, so, sliced it up for my lemonade...then, browsed my Patricia Wells cookbook for the Lemon Lovers Tart in lemon pastry shell, which I decide I shall make this week for sure. Then I see your post ~ Coincidence? I think not...the Universe is trying to tell me something. Your pic of the slice of creme citron dedans actually made me gasp and sigh!

Paris is like working in a candy storeYou're surrounded by goodies.You build up an immunity.Well not all the time it's true...Like just now I had to taste (Ha!) the Sadaharu black sesame eclair in the fridge.it's gone now.Done. Over. Finished. Terminee!where was my restraunt?!

You never fail to come up with interesting things. Since you are so widely read I think I should point out what I think are a couple of tiny errors:1 pas du tout = not at all2 comme d'habitude = as usual3 les Parisiennes, if you are talking exclusively about females from Paris

I too think the serendipitous thing is madly at work, Carol.At the end of a beautiful art-filled day in your hometown yesterday (NY), son Mason and I partook of a big slice of good old American Lemon Meringue pie, with two scoops of vanilla ice cream, as we waited for the Bolt bus to take us back to Philly. From your sublime, to our...not quit as sublime...but oh so yummy.

wow is all I can say, those citron tarts look amazing and that Cafe Pouchkine trifle-like pastry looks out of this world! I am thorougly enjoying your post today. I am going to take another look again..

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Hi I'm Carol Gillott,
My Mom taught me watercolors at 5 and I'm still at it. Now I live by the Seine on l'Ile Saint-Louis. Do consider subscribing to my Paris letters and maps on Etsy and enjoy a taste of Paris in your mailbox every month to savor with a hot chocolate and croissant. I paint Paris dreams.